then we fall

To Be Alone - A Moriel Fic

For @acotarshipweek  moriel week which was…sixteen centuries ago, I am aware, but the prompt came from there so credit where credit’s due. Speaking of credit, blessings upon my dearest, @pterodactylichexameter for betaing/general encouragement with this thing, ‘twas a pain at times. 

Title: To Be Alone 

Summary: moriel sin week prompt: secret rendezvous. Mor and Az find themselves alone in a quiet corner of Velaris, having been each told to meet someone important here, not knowing they were being set-up. Little does their High Lady know they’ve already been in a relationship for some months now. They decide to make the most of this time alone they’ve been given and slip off together to a nearby inn… 

Teaser: She hadn’t thought it possible – that she could want him more once he was hers but…From that first brush of his tongue against hers, that first taste of him, she had known that she would never belong to another heart again. She was his. She had always been his, really. As he had always been hers. She had known she would never want anyone else – and that she would never stop wanting him. 

Link: AO3

Mor sucks in a deep breath as she steps from the whisper of darkness winnowing always envelopes her in. It’s near sunset and the streets of Velaris are busy, full of people heading home for their evening meals before the city comes alive for true when night falls. She smiles politely and nods greetings to a few of those who meet her eyes but she doesn’t linger to chat with anyone this time. She’s already a little late for her appointment.

The crowds fortunately start to thin as she heads towards the quieter, more residential area of town near the river. It’s much less densely populated and a faint kiss of mist cools her flushed, warm skin as she emerges from the hot press of bodies. Through the shifting eddies of swirling white she sees the bridge over the Sidra she was asked to come to and hurries her steps when she dimly spots a solitary figure waiting for her – a column of shadow among the white river ghosts.

Mor is within spitting distance before she realises that the person waiting for her is not the one she had expected. Old instincts, sharpened by the recent war, have her reaching for her power, gathering it in her body, preparing to attack or defend- But a heartbeat later she recognises the person and her defences shatter on instinct.

Azriel stands with perfect stillness, leaning on the stone wall of the bridge a calm, tranquil expression upon his handsome features. He doesn’t turn towards her, shift his position at all, or give any other outward reaction to her presence. Mor isn’t fooled. He knows perfectly well that she’s there. For one thing she had seen the shadow curling around his ear moments earlier, informing him that she was – though Mor suspects he had known even before that. The damn male is impossible to sneak up on; unless he lets her, which is frankly just insulting.

Approaching him with long, easy strides, Mor mirrors his unconcerned posture, standing beside him and letting her gaze drift out over the Sidra as well, following his gaze. She manages a full, impressive, ten seconds before her restraint cracks. Az smiles thinly, fondly, as the words burst from her, interrupting the peaceful silence, “What are you doing here?”

At last Ariel tears his gaze away from the view in front of them to look down at her. His face softens as his eyes meet hers, the mask of cold composure that some, wrongly, assume is a permanent feature of her shadowsinger slips. His quiet affection shows through instead, that tender smile lingering on his lips. The shadows that twist around him thin then vanish, as though giving them privacy. Her belly swoops with the usual familiar pulse of pleasure and joy that he feels safe with her, safe enough to let his instinctive guard down.

Az’s voice is its typical dark, velvet calm when he answers her, “I was told to urgently meet an informant here and was advised that the meeting would be…” his lips curl into a tighter smile, his eyes tinged with obvious amusement as he looks her up and down, appreciating her even though she’s dressed rather simply, “Advantageous to me.”

“By?” Mor prompts him, eyebrows quirking up.

Az’s smile deepens before he answers, “Feyre.”

Mor looses a short burst of laughter at that. Theory confirmed. Az only widens his eyes quizzically, inviting her to explain her reacting.  

Composing herself enough to answer Mor drums her fingers thoughtfully on the top of the stone wall before she tells Az, through a broad grin, “Our esteemed High Lady asked me to meet her here at this time for something very important.” Her smirk broadens, now edged with wicked glee as she jostles Az playfully with her shoulder. “Seems like you’re ‘very important’, Az.”

As she had hoped this teases a faint flush of pink into his tan cheeks and her grin broadens in answer. Then his brow furrows and he clears  his throat and says, with a very good impression of his usual cool, analytical seriousness that’s only given away to her by how his hazel eyes glitter with merriment, “Looks like she thinks we should be spending some more quality time alone together. “

A soft shiver rustles through her as his gaze meets hers. Heat coils low in her stomach but she ignores it, pushing it down hard. Opting for airy amusement instead she says pointedly, “In a very romantic location.” She gestures around them, to the thin veil of mist enveloping them, adding an additional layer of intimacy to the meeting. The Sirda flows beneath them, gilded by the slowly setting sun, burning like liquid gold with diamonds peppering the smooth water, sparkling like stars.

Velaris is beautiful as it draws near to the night it so enjoys and it’s known, comfortable and familiar to both of them. The location is perfect – a little too perfect – and Feyre’s motives aren’t particularly difficult to guess at. Mor hopes Az never tries to recruit her for any further spying or subterfuge; if this is any indication she won’t get on well with it. Still…

She turns back to Az, her voice dropping, a hint of silk brushing through her words, “I’m not going to argue with her.”

Conversely to her hopeful expectations, Az’s frown only deepens into lines of uncertainty. “Do you think we should tell her?” he asks, his fingers trailing, apparently unconsciously, over the hand she has resting on the bridge.

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No compassion

At my work, we’re not allowed to touch any customer if they’re in danger. We had a man fall out of his wheelchair outside when I first got hired and his friends (also in chairs) came in to ask for help getting him up. I was on front desk, which I can’t leave, so I radioed my manager, who called the boss, who called 911. I was told I was under no circumstance to assist, even though the man’s friends kept coming in and begging for help. I got called heartless for not helping, even though if I did, I’d be fired and then I’d be homeless again. The poor man had to lay on the asphalt in the parking lot for an hour until an abundance came and helped him. He wasn’t even hurt, just stuck. I still feel bad, and that was like a year ago. I’m disabled myself, and I wouldn’t have been able to lift him by myself anyway, but it’s just the point. And it’s America, so he no doubt was changed several thousand dollars for the experience.

Call me. Call me in the middle of the night, when you can’t sleep. Call me if you’re sad and you need someone to listen to you. Call me when you need to hear someone’s voice to make you feel that you’re not alone. Call me whenever you want to talk about anything. Call me and tell me things you can’t say to anyone. Call me and i won’t hesistate to answer. I would love to hear your voice and your breathing on the other side and knowing that you are there is enough. Let’s talk ‘till we fall asleep. Just call me and i’ll always pick up the phone for you no matter what time it is.
Inferior Se overindulgence

A side effect of inferior Se is the helpless way INTJs and INFJs handle cravings. Physical pleasures such as food, relaxation and, ahem, OTHER pleasures, all satiate our senses. Our Se prefers this method of Sensory input but doesn’t know how to regulate it so we often fall victim to overindulgence of such pleasures. I myself am terrible at resisting delicious food and watching hours and hours of Internet content.

Take me Down

Down by the gravel bed
of the rusted railroad tracks
beneath the broken billboard
see the dirty water crawl
of the tangled twisting stream
as the sky goes from pale blue
to washed out white,

Like the slow circling flies
we have nowhere to go,
the beauty of our futility
plays out unnoticed by all,
you can come to me now
and none will see or care
what takes place
in the tall gray green grass
into which we are falling
we keep falling
until it feels like flying,
Come closer hold me
so tight not even the breeze
can pass between us,
Let me taste you here
where we are the ones
deciding what should be true,
Paint me with your sweat
until I become like art
that only you and a circling crow
will ever see,
We have nowhere to go,
No one we have to be
so let’s ride together
to wherever we wish

–((//Hey, so we wanted to try working on the kids’ pre-fall stories, we don’t know how it’ll turn out or if we can update frequently if it is something you’d like to see, but if you would, who’s story would you like to see first?//))–


It was near the end
I was falling too quickly
And you were too
You held onto my heart
And I held onto yours
But then when we were falling
You decided to stop
And that immediate stop shattered my heart
That you were supposed to be protecting
And from the impact
My heart exploded into a hundreds of pieces
And littered the skies
Creating new stars and planets
Solely generated from my love for you
And from those stars
The love I had for you will radiate
And on those planets
Other versions of us
Will love each other
And more
Than we ever could

considering how hard it is (and sometimes impossible) to trigger a sneeze in your sleep it just fuels the suspicion that this sly motherfucker

isn’t sleeping at all

he was probably posing all along i mean look at him who sleeps like this in front of their crush 

goddammit viktor 

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